The personal soldier of the beautiful president

"This kind of person is not worth your shot."

With a sullen face, Ling Zhiyan stretched out his hand to stop Ye Xiang, and said in a deep voice, "Remember, you are the future heir of Huashan Tianzong, not just a cat or a dog, you are worthy to be your opponent."

Ye Xiang clenched his fists and said with righteous indignation: "But, uncle, just now he..."

Ye Xiang really wanted to make a move and teach Qin Feng a profound lesson.

That bastard dared to be so rude to his most respected uncle, it was extremely hateful!

"Yexiang, you must always remember your identity. You are the heir of Tianzong, not a rough martial artist, understand?"

Ling Zhiyan roughly interrupted Ye Xiang, and said with a serious face.

Ye Xiang is talented and intelligent, has a high talent in martial arts, and is very hardworking. His future achievements in martial arts are limitless.

He has been trained by Huashan Tianzong as an heir.

However, as an heir, Ye Xiang still lacks very important things, that is, leadership ability and the overall situation view of the superior.

"I understand, uncle."

Ye Xiang curled his lips, although he was still a little upset.

"It's good that you understand. If you want to die alone, there are countless ways to do it yourself. It is the most undesirable last resort."

Ling Zhiyan patted Ye Xiang on the shoulder and said earnestly.

He had no disciples and no heirs.

Although Ye Xiang is the eldest disciple of the sect master, the sect master spends most of his time in retreat, seeking for the ethereal and illusory state of God.

Ling Zhiyan has always been responsible for teaching Yexiang.

Ling Zhiyan has always spared no effort in cultivating Ye Xiang, without any secrets. He really wants to train Ye Xiang to be the most outstanding successor of Huashan Tianzong.

Ye Xiang understands the painstaking efforts of his uncle and his selfless devotion to him.

This is also the reason why he respects his uncle so much, and why he can't help but want to teach Qin Feng a lesson.

Offending Master Uncle is offending him!
No mercy!

But the uncle had already said so, so Ye Xiang had no choice but to temporarily suppress the anger in his heart.

"Who else wants to challenge on stage?"

At this time, Qin Feng on the ring spoke again.

His expression was flat and indifferent, and there was a hint of arrogance in his eyes.

Ye Xiang squeezed his fist, very displeased with that guy's arrogant appearance.

Those disciples of Liuhemen glared at Qin Feng, but no one dared to take revenge for Wu Zhendong.

Even their master was killed, and if they go up here, wouldn't they be sent to death properly?
They carefully carried Wu Zhendong's body away.

Qin Feng ignored the murderous eyes of the group of people, and shouted twice, but no one came up to challenge.

Qin Feng killed two people in a row.

The first is Shen Kuo, a disciple of the third master of the Wan family, and the second is Wu Zhendong, the master of Liuhemen.

Although the Wanjia and Liuhemen are not as powerful as the Nine Great Ancient Martial Clans and the Seven Great Heavenly Sects, they are not to be underestimated.

However, Qin Feng still didn't take it seriously.

This shows what?
In addition to being extremely powerful, Qin Feng must also have a lot of backgrounds, which is why he dared to be so arrogant.

How dare those prefecture-level masters who practice casually go up to challenge?

Not to mention how terrifying the forces behind Qin Feng are, just the fighting power that Qin Feng showed made them palpitate.

As for the disciples of those big clans, they were also hesitant.

They have no certainty of victory.

If you lose, you will die...

Everyone hesitated.

I am afraid of death, but I also miss the championship prize.

It really hurts to give up five middle-grade Yuanjing like this.

Ye Xiang frowned, clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes gleamed with raging fire.

He really wanted to fight on stage and let that kid know how powerful he is.

However, he can't disobey his uncle, so he's really upset...

In the private room, Wenren Muye frowned, looking at the warriors below through the single-sided glass, with a hint of contempt in his eyes.

These guys are all greedy for life and afraid of death.

"Uncle Luo... are you sure you can defeat him?"

Wenren Muye turned his head to look at an ugly middle-aged man beside him, and asked in a deep voice.

This ugly middle-aged man was named Luo Xing'an, a top [-] grand master in China's Land Rankings, and was worshiped by Wenren's family.

He grinned, showing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and said in a hoarse voice, "Master Makino, do you want him dead or disabled?"

"Death? That's too cheap for him. I want him to be a useless person... a useless person whose life is worse than death!"

Wenren Muye's eyes flickered with a cold and stern light.

"Understood, give me 3 minutes."

Luo Xing'an stood up, twisted his neck, made a crackling sound, and released a sinister breath from his whole body.

The atmosphere in the private room suddenly became very oppressive.

Wenren Muye felt a mountain of pressure, and his breathing was a little short.

This is the coercion of the grandmaster!
"Boy, I am the winner of the Shuangdao Sect. You kill my disciple. Today, I will come to seek justice!"

Just as Luo Xing'an was about to make a move, a berserk figure suddenly shot out from the second floor of VIPs and landed on the ring.

Double knife door?
Qin Feng frowned slightly.

He remembered what Captain Qiao had said to him, that Lin Yuankai's death seemed to be related to the Shuangdaomen.

However, it was not easy for him to ask in front of so many people.

Lin Yuankai's matter has a lot to do with it, so it's better to be cautious in everything.

At least, until the manipulator behind the scenes is not found out, he still has to keep a low profile.

"Boy, accept the move."

Seeing Qin Feng's silence, Zhang Sheng thought that the other party looked down on him, and in a rage, he directly launched a fierce attack.

Zhang Shengshi's double swords.

The saber technique was sharp and swift, cutting across the void, leaving behind bursts of strange sounds like tearing.

On the entire arena, only the light of the sword was raging, weaving into a dense network of swords, layer upon layer, trapping Qin Feng in it.

dang dang...

Qin Feng raised his sword to block.

The sword collided with countless sparks.

Zhang Sheng's offensive became more and more violent and violent. He could only see the shadow of the knife all over the sky, but he couldn't see the blade at all.

The speed at which he wields the dual knives has reached the extreme.

The shadow of the knife is heavy.

The killing intent is overwhelming.

It seems a little difficult for Qin Feng to block from left to right.

This is not to say that Zhang Sheng is very strong. Zhang Sheng is even weaker than Wu Zhendong. The reason why Qin Feng is in a hurry is because Zhang Sheng's double-knife secret technique is very powerful.

The double sword makes it like a windmill, fast and ruthless...

Stab it!

A knife light cut through Qin Feng's clothes suddenly, leaving a bloodstain on his chest, not very deep.

Whoosh!
The long sword in Qin Feng's hand also took the opportunity to thrust forward, and drove straight into Zhang Sheng's wide-open chest.

Feeling the crisis, Zhang Sheng wanted to draw his knife and retreat.

But it is already late.

At the price of injury, Qin Feng lured the opponent to make a move, showing his flaws, how could he miss?
puff!
The tip of the sword pierced into Zhang Sheng's chest without hindrance, and penetrated several inches.

Originally, this sword could directly penetrate Zhang Sheng's body, but Qin Feng stopped suddenly, drew back the long sword, and brought out a cloud of warm blood.

Bang!
At the same time as he drew back the sword, Qin Feng's right foot kicked out extremely swiftly, kicking Zhang Sheng back upside down, bowing his body like a cooked prawn.

Zhang Sheng fell face down on the ring, squatted down, spit out a stream of blood, raised his head and glared at Qin Feng angrily, disregarding the sword wound on his chest, and frantically circulated his inner strength.

This bastard is so powerful?
He can't lose!

Never lose...